Teaching...preschool...?

I went to interview for a teaching job today, and had absolutely no idea what I was getting myself into. I walked into this school, that was swarming with frantic parents and even more frantic staff. I stood for a minute at the door before someone finally noticed me and said, "Are you the English teacher?!" I said, yes, and he grabbed my hand and immediately lead the way to a classroom. He opened the door and practically shoved me into a room, quickly closing the door behind me. I found about 15 3-year olds sitting, running, dancing, skipping around the room and some, crying. Oye. There was a man in the room, who was the school director, in obvious desperate need of a teacher for this class. He asked me right away, "can you sing?" "can you draw?" Oddest questions anyone has ever asked me on a job interview before. But, I said, yes of course I can sing and draw. Right as I sat down with these kids one little girl walked right up and gave me a big hug. I thought, wow, she is very comfortable around me! Then she said "come ti chiami?" and I said "mi chiamo Andrea." We were instantly friends, and the rest of the class warmed up to me too. Aside from the crying boy in the corner who I let cry the whole time. So, I taught these little babies who spoke only Italian, their colors in English. I was surprised they even knew their colors in Italian, but they were pretty good. I was just glad I knew the colors in Italian too or we would both be totally lost. At the end of class, the director, said "why don't you finish with a song?"...uuuuhhhh, ok? So, he handed me lyrics and I just sang, or kind of read the lyrics dramatically. I was pretty exhausted after an hour with these little ones. They were very cute and very sweet. I was asked to come back and work with this class again...I enjoyed it very much, but...we'll see...